John. Harkye! she's as rich as a Spanish Indiaman; and I tell you, your father wishes you'd grapple her by the heart—court her, you mad devil. [Apart to Rover.] There's an engagement to be between these two vessels: but little Cupid's the only man that's to take minutes, so come. [To Jane.]
Jane. Ma'am, an't I to wait on you?
John. No, my lass, you're to wait on me.
Jane. Wait on this great sea-bull! lack-a-daisy! am I—am—
John. By this, Sir George is come to the inn. Without letting the younker know, I'll go bring him here, and smuggle both father and son into a joyful meeting. [Aside.]—[To Jane.] Come now, usher me down like a lady.
Jane. This way, Mr. Sailor Gentleman.
[Exeunt John and Jane.
Rover. By Heavens, a most delectable woman! [Aside.
Lady Am. Cousin, when I saw thee in the village free the sheep from the wolf, why didst not tell me then thou wert son to my uncle, Sir George?
Rover. Because, my lady, then I—did'nt know it myself—[Aside.